Xenomorph Queen assimilation

>Pinned down beneath the waist of the queen, each thrust of her powerful hips burring your your cock deep within her, never letting up until you're too exhausted to move
>Her smaller pair of arms keeping you pinned to her body as her inner walls move under their own power, sucking just enough to keep you erect
>Her first batch of daughters attending to their mother and her new consort, as they place the initial layer of resin gluing you to her body
>You hear excited clicking as strange sickly-sweet slime begins to flow into your impromptu cocoon, lubricating your body and making queen's chitin soft and malleable as the halfcocoon gets tighter and tighter with each layer, pressing you into her body, leaving only enough give to thrust your hips
>While you can still move your head a quick glance up reveals the source of the slime, several workers above you pleasuring themselves, their cum dripping down filling your prison, more flows in from between the queen's thighs
>You have no idea how long you were like that, with your tight prison and the slime making it difficult to breath, much less keep track of time, your only hint of it's passage the ever present beat of her heart, the softening of her flesh, and the odd ever building arousal that compels you to keep thrusting, even when you're spent
>You begin to notice it's growing darker, unbeknownst to you that bit by bit her flesh and chitin is growing over your cocoon, filling up the gaps, and growing around you, growing INTO you
>Your arousal clouds your mind from any panic this should cause as new sensations begin to open to you, faint at first, though growing stronger with each thrust you begin to feel her pleasure, her arousal, her NEED to have you fill her with many future daughters
>Most delightful of all though, is her satisfaction with each wave of cum you fill her with
>By now any outside would see a monstrous mockery of pregnancy, her massive swollen stomach rhythmically jostling with each tireless thrust you make, your form now hidden within hers as she lets out an excited and satisfied hiss when her newly grown egg-sac begins begins to lay the first batch of eggs you've fathered for her
>Time passes, brood after brood is spawned, her belly shrinking as her body strips away anything and everything your's no longer needs
>One of her talons trace what was a few days ago a small,barely noticeable lump on her abdomen, it's been more than a year since she claimed you as a mate
>Though the assimilation of your genes and stray fantasies that bubble up from your subconscious has caused her to grow into a more shapely and sensual, though still quite inhuman form, her body no longer shows any sign of your existence, not of the swollen glands pumping her fertile womb full of sperm, nor of the neural system now tied into her pleasure centers kept flooded with feelings of pleasure and approval
>The hive has grown, it's almost time for it to split, she hopes her chosen daughter can find a mate as useful as you are as she sends a feeling of love and satisfaction to her mate down their twinned neural networks